Jennifer L Granville

I Sit In Failure - Poem by Jennifer L Granville

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I sit in failure as a queen in stateWith an intricate crown pinned Upon my aching headStudded with the thousand glimmering diamondsTears, trapped in a golden filigreeSo artfully wound by my royal alchemistHis recipe, loss.

My courtly subjects, lost dreamsDance the bitter-sweet sarabande at my feetSad and measured and once-beautiful. I know their every face, Their birth, their names, their deaths.While I sit in glacial purity upon my throneIn this haunted realm I have created for us all.

In polite disdain and forced reverenceEach ghostly dancer, in turn, bows to meIn homage and mockeryBeloved Regina, Vanquisher of the PotentialBenevolent ruler of them all, of us allIn this shadow kingdom of failure.